How comfitable am I here and there...

Having a public accessible personal blog is the closest I have come to street flashing, alone in the ally, fake Burberry jacket loosely tied and ready to reveal, to show you what I have got on the inside and confront myself in doing so.

I am having an amazing life, deepest oceans and high Himalayan peaks, fire hot burning and years spent in space, a shifty birds eye view, crow picking bones in cities, feather friend of forest, pretty wren dashes in country lanes, flock-less lone peacock, shimmering at my own reflections, in the vast ocean of mind... a shape shifting bird I figure... migrating the tragic beautiful dimensions of existence.

Writing here has been a taming experience, there is juice in my words but it’s not concentrate and maybe because of it, I am yet to evoke a substantial readership, I was hoping by now to have created more community, without resorting to heavy opinions, fashion, and mega giveaways... I haven't wanted to just focus only on my kids or crafts... I see them all day, do it all day! writing here is much more for me about me, a learning tool. 
Without fully knowing it, I had some small expectations, at the start, they are mostly gone now.

I would love to be more giving and write inspiring pieces, wonderful tutorials and contribute to more awakening in the world, to be a visionary of source, I am not yet ready, maybe I never will be. I'm very happy to share my travels but have left my deeper paths to poetry and wordy descriptions that have not evoked with clarity, the spirit journey I am on...

Initially I didn't even realise people were reading, my first follower was Soft Art World... bless her and slowly over the year a few more have shown interest. 

The truth is... I am trying to be gentle here and gentle in my view as I read the words that others write too.

A few things have happened that has evoked this post from me at 4:30am in the morning, crowded out of bed by sweet little sleepers...

Of late, amongst a few circles, that I like to go, their has been contention, issues, judgment, rejections and exclusions over inclusions, and I feel very stimulated, thoughts of peacemaking and wondering how to hold it all without conclusion...  I am losing the habit for judgement, of wanting a place to sit in the drama.

I am wondering what the deeper level of all this has to show me about myself.

To be a reader is an art as any other...
a shapeshifters skill.
once in a rare while I get it... the sentiments behind the letters people write, touch their mind or heart and feel the ground beneath their feet and connect to them through time and space.
This is what I read for... ahhh moments such as these..

 Do I give people too much credit to have understanding that individuals are in a constant evolving state, that we have different karmic stains that taint our view and that these views are products of so many things. I try to give myself the time to watch my reactions, there are a lot of sharp edges I have gone through to be as free as I am now, which isn't free enough yet...

Sun now has risen, lifting the dark veil to reveal white frosty grass, crow in her tree, horses await my touch and there are cow breasts to releave and so I wish you good luck, good life and good living. 
and will see you later for the giveaway that first asked to be part of this post and then told me to put her separately.